Sunday, January 09, 2011

A Bad Dream

I'm sitting here, awake, at 5:00a.m. It doesn't happen very often, but for some reason I can't sleep. Among other things, the events of yesterday are on my mind. I try, but I can't think of anything appropriate to write here concerning the events in Arizona yesterday. While listening to early morning radio I heard someone on KDKA read the following speech.

These words by Bobby Kennedy, spoken the day after the assassination of Martin Luther King, say what I want to say. Take a minute to read it. How sad that exactly two months later, this mindless menace of violence he speaks of found its way to him.

On the Mindless Menace of Violence

City Club of Cleveland, Cleveland, Ohio
April 5, 1968

This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives.

It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours.

Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet.

No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason.

Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded.

"Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs."

Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire.

Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them.

Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.

For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.

This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all.

I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered.

We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers.

Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.

We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.

Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.

But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.

Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.


Scoop Murphy said...

Thanks for posting this. It is, unfortunately, still very appropriate material. Hopefully all those who are the victims of that senseless attack make it through. Did you know that she was one of the ones Palin had targeted as well?
Now your job is to make Rick Santorum sit down and shut up.

Joey Porter’s Pit Bulls said...

RFK's comments: Poignant ... profound ... provocative ... powerful.


Seems any disturbed idiot in this country can buy an automatic handgun and, within a couple weeks, cut down a dozen or so people just going about their business. In this case, the victims ranged from a nine-year-old girl, a 79-year-old woman, a 63-year-old Federal judge and, of course, Congresswoman Giffords.

The nine-year-old girl, Christina Green, was born on Sept. 11, 2001.

That one of yesterday's victims happened to include a Congressional representative heightens the profile of this particular tragedy and magnifies it in the national consciousness.

The reason behind this shooting? Who knows. Speculation has it that it was because Rep. Giffords supported health-care reform. If so, that's REALLY crazy. But, still, whatever the reason, it's all just REALLY crazy.

This incident calls to mind that gun violence profoundly and traumatically affects the lives of everyday people every single day: not only the victims themselves, but their loved ones, friends, colleagues, charitable causes and pets alike -- leaving deep scars that last forever.

No soapbox here, but somehow I suspect the founding Fathers never envisioned AUTOMATIC WEAPONS when they drafted the second amendment (the right to keep and bear arms).

The NRA says, "Guns don't kill people. People kill people." Yeah, but people with guns kill people. In this case, a 22-year-old army reject with a fully loaded automatic handgun he bought just two weeks ago at a "sporting goods store" killed/wounded 13 people. He may have had an accomplice who roams free today. Think about THAT for a second.

Insanity. It just goes on and on.

Judi said...

Thanks for posting this Eileen. It frames what I have been thinking all morning. So Kennedyesque. Yesterday my day was so full that even stopping to listen to the breaking news didn't fit in. It was just noise in the background--I'm ashamed to say. This morning, as I settled in to read the Sunday paper, the story and the background just blew me away.
I hope you can rest today and sleep tonight....